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About Wollongong

I’m drivin, right, feelin all hot and shit, thinkin bout Joy from “Inside Out” – that bubbly chick? Yeah, that’s what I want tonight, some happy vibes. But then – bam! – Anger kicks in, cause some chick on the corner ghosts me! What the fuck, man? I got cash, I got style – Tony fuckin Montana! – and she walks off? Pissed me off big time. Say hello to my little friend, bitch! I yell, but she’s gone. Fuckin rude.

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Now, Roleystone isn’t all calm and zen though. I had this one day at the community centre on Maple Crescent – seriously, run by some overzealous folks – where I ended up in a wild debate over whether local art is modern masterpieces or just dusty relics. Ugh, mad vibes! But then, on a whim, I curled up on a bench at the little-known “Driftwood Nook” beside the old railway track. The textures of the chipped paint and chipped heart of the city reminded me of that line: “I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands” (yeah, I’m riffing on Synecdoche, New York all day).

Trinkets a part of local primary school history